Nodding, I swallowed hard and my stomach prickled with heat while my heart thundered in my ears. “Do you think that bad stuff will happen?” I whispered.
He shrugged a shoulder. “We have to be on the lookout for all sorts of dangers.” He scowled and his gaze dropped to my lips. I dragged him closer, and he slammed his mouth over mine, kissing me so roughly his beard grated on my lips. Normally Rowen was sweet, taking his time with me, but the way he held me was desperate. My dick plumped and I ground against his thigh. He grabbed my hips and held me tight, shoving his leg lightly against my wood, then encouraged me to keep going with a squeeze of his hands on my ass.
“Ye could’ve died. Christ on the cross and Mother Mary, ye scared me when ye came back into that alley,” Rowen mumbled against my mouth.
“I’m here. I’m okay.” My words were barely a whisper.
He nodded but brutally attacked my lips with his again. He glanced at the man tied to the chair and grimaced, dragging me toward the falling apart kitchen. I stumbled along with him, unwilling to let him go to walk.
“Ye’re so fecking lush,” he mumbled, then sucked on my lip.
My dick throbbed where it was trapped in my pants, and I bucked against his thigh while shoving forward so I could press my hip against the hard-on digging in there. He grunted and massaged my asscheeks. Each touch was a tease, and I was starving for more.
Rowen stood back, tugging free of my grip with a smirk that had me wanting to rip off my pants for him, and then he slipped off his suit jacket. I had no idea why it was so fucking hot, but he didn’t break eye contact with me as he spread the jacket out on the hard floor.
“What are you—”
He darted forward and slammed his lips over mine again. I’d been missing some dominance, and the sudden force made me want to melt against him as he grabbed the back of my neck while using his other hand on my chin to tilt it up. I moaned and leaned into his strong body, opening my mouth as he lapped his tongue between my lips. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him against me as I rocked my hips and grasped at the back of his shirt. I couldn’t pull him any closer, but I needed more.
Rowen leaned back, and I followed, chasing his mouth, but he put his hands on the sides of my face and held me still. His eyes were more gray than blue in this light.
“Ye deserve better. So’s ye know that I know. But I want ye so bad right now. Want to touch ye and take care of ye.”
Nodding, I grinned. “Yeah, me too.”
“Ye’re certain ye’re okay with this?” He traced a finger around my lips, and I had to smile because I’d done the same thing a million different times to Vail. I always touched him that way because I thought he was beautiful. Pleasure shivered through me.
Rowen pointed at the counter near the sink, and I frowned as he walked over and swiped up a tub of Vaseline. He drummed his fingers on the blue lid. “Sometimes Cillian slathers this on his knuckles, along with some wound seal, when he’s been beating someone for a while and destroys himself in the process. It’s all I got to get inside ye. Ye still want me?” His gaze dipped down my body to my dick, and I couldn’t miss the bulge shoving out the front of his pants. My mouth watered. I wanted him inside me ages ago.
Groaning, I hung my head, then glanced up at him and grinned while I unbuckled my belt. “Let’s do it. I don’t care if I’m a little greasy later. Hell, Aspen fucked me once with my own cum. I want you so fucking much I would even try it with nothing at all.”
Rowen chuckled and set the jar down beside his suit jacket. It sat there like a sex beacon shouting that we would be fucking soon.
Some shyness slapped me out of nowhere as he watched me pop the button on my pants. I toyed with the zipper and stared around at the chipped yellow paint on the walls. “Come here. I want you near me, please?” I murmured.
“Mm. I like ye asking me that. Nothing better than a pretty man telling me to get right next to ’im.” He stalked to me, and once he reached my side, he slid his hands along my hips to my waist.
Smiling, I moved the insulin pump from my waistband and hooked it into the collar of his shirt. “Help me?”
“Always.” He caught a strand of my hair and slipped it behind my ear, and I kissed him again. I’d needed this more than I’d realized. The second his hot mouth molded to mine, I clung to him, hoping like fuck he wouldn’t tell me that we needed to take more time.
I was beginning to hate the idea of taking things slow because I was so ready for him to put his hands—and his dick—all over me.
Sliding down my pants and boxers, I groaned when they got stuck on my shoes.
“I am not doing well here. Smoothness rating—zero.”
“Don’t mind being useful.” Rowen waggled his eyebrows, then bent and helped me untangle, which was cute. He winked up at me, and I ran my hand through his red hair, sifting the strands between my fingers. He kissed along the front of my thighs, and my groin tightened as I shoved my stiff dick toward his face. I bit the corner of my mouth as he carefully kissed up the curve of my shaft but didn’t suck me.
“You’re a cocktease,” I said with a grin.
“No, I’m thorough,” he shot back quickly, mouth quirked in a gentle smile. He settled in on both knees, and I thought maybe I was going to get a blowjob—which wasn’t exactly what I wanted but would be fucking fantastic. Instead, he caught me by surprise and snagged the Vaseline tub. My body jolted at the sound as he popped the top off. I knew the gunk wasn’t going to feel exactly like lube, but when he slipped his fingers between my cheeks it was thicker than usual, and I gasped as he teased around my asshole.
“Rowen, I don’t know about this stuff. Should you use a little or a lot?” I frowned down at the tub where his fingers had dug divots along others that had probably been made by Cillian. I had a weird second where a pang sliced through my gut. I was so happy to be doing this, but I wanted everyone home and back together again.
Rowen trailed his lips along my abs, then licked over my hip, his tongue a warm tickle that left me aching. “More’s usually better. Relax and let me in.”
Swallowing hard, I tried to do what he said, but I was standing and the Vaseline felt weird and his lips were really close to my dick. I jutted my hips toward him slightly.
